When he saw someone fall, instead of helping them up, he burst into laughter.
"Hey buddy, with that pose, it's a shame you're not a street performer!"
Upon seeing someone mimicking the action of "farting," he commented with utmost seriousness:
"Hmm, this guy's performance is absolutely amazing, he's practically an artist of farting!"
After the competition, it was time for the much-anticipated "dark cuisine" segment.
Lu Yan personally cooked, and the scene was more brutal than a battlefield.
Pots and pans clattered and rattled as all sorts of strange ingredients were thrown into the pots.
A strange smell wafted through the air, making people's eyes water.
Finally, this "dark cuisine" was ready.
It was a dark, sticky lump that emitted an indescribable, strange smell.
It inspires awe and fear.
If you didn't know better, you'd think some outhouse had exploded.
"Come, come, don't be shy, try my secret recipe!"
Lu Yan greeted the winners with a mischievous grin.
Although the soldiers were apprehensive, they still mustered their courage and stepped forward.
After all, this was made by Lord Lu himself; even if it's poison, he has to taste it!
A burly man with a full beard was the first to try it.
He closed his eyes, scooped up a spoonful, put it in his mouth, and then...
"vomit--"
The burly man's face instantly turned even blacker than the "dark cuisine" in the pot.
He clutched his stomach and ran to the side to dry heave.
Hahahaha!
Lu Yan laughed so hard he almost fell over. "How is it? It tastes good, right?"
The burly man vomited and mumbled incoherently:
"So...delicious...I'd like...another bowl..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
